In a big white house on top of a hill
By a grandiano and coffee spill
I'm gonna write some tunes on my own
And if I try with God's will
I'll write you a song by the house on the hill
That squeals just like a saxophone
In a big white house on top of a hill
By a grand piano and liquor spill
I'm gonna sing some tunes on my own
And if I try with God's will
I'll sing you a song by the house on the hill
That squeals just like a saxophone
And if I try with God's will
I'll sing you a song by the house on the hill
That squeals just like a saxophone
And if I try with God's will
I'll sing you a song by the house on the hill
That squeals just like a saxophone
And if I try with God's will
I'll sing you a song by the house on the hill
That squeals just like a saxophone
And if I try with God's will
I'll sing you a song by the house on the hill
With all your brains and all your charms
I've got a clue where you're heading to
I've got a clue where you're heading to
I've got a clue where you're heading to
I've got a clue where you're heading to
I've got a clue where you're heading to
I've got a clue where you're heading to
I've got a clue where you're heading to
Thank you
